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This blog was written before and after my blogs, HINDI and BETRAYAL respectively. But due to some personal reasons, I am publishing it late.

     It's been a while since I wrote my last blog and though I wanted to be regular with blogging, I just couldn't. Life, if you are an emotion-driven empath, makes you numb. And to top it with all the more sufferings, my DNA is that of an introvert, socially awkward, blunt empath.

     I was solving my math problems when suddenly, my pen pushed me to pen down this blog.(And people wonder why I love Math) Well, coming back to the point of this blog, I realized that my life has been full of so many "If only I had known better!"s. I could have saved myself from so many heartaches, betrayals, futile trying to make people better understand or see the truth.

     I would have let myself move on when I was hoping they would see and change. I wish I had known that the scars they showed me on their bodies, were mere tattoos to misguide others. I would not have, not at all, spent the slightest energy on the person, for whom I was ready to die once, if I had already known, she looks down upon "Bengalis". I would not have considered my parents "God" and seen them as just humans like you and me.(Edit: They are the best parents I could have have got.)

     I would not have thought that all my dreams would come true just because I prayed for them. You have to work hard and be patient, dear! I would noy have been that dreamer and wanderlust person, if only I had known "Reality will never let you escape.". 

     Today, I know better and still don't know so much. I don't even know what and how much I don't know. I don't know what I need to know. But I have realized one thing, and I hope I've realized right, and that is that life sorts it out. What's meant to be, will be. Neither give up nor be impatient. If you are still breathing, you must be still trying.

     Signing off, my dear Sunflowers! Take care!

CRIME AND SIN

                       CRIME  AND  SIN

     Crime and sin are two big words in any believer's life and most of my life, I have given equal importance to both. But they are equal only when you live in a country following the unaltered version of B. R. Ambedkar's constitution.

     In the eyes of law, marital rape may or may not be a crime. In the eyes of God, it is a sin; of highest degree. Not letting lovers unite and even killing them is considered honourable by humans. Gods? Rukmini eloped with Krishna ON HER WEDDING DAY.

     If you call out the wrongs of a powerful person, let alone a politician, you are an anti-national. But Parmatma will actually call you His 'brave and woken child'. In humans' eyes, killing a rapist Brahmin is "Brahmin Hatya"(Check Vinay Sharma). But Ram even killed the non-rapist Brahmin, Raavan.

     In the changing times of today, speaking in English is like a crime for an India. In God's eyes, one Brahmin, Eknath, was equal to a thousand Brahmins even though he loved all languages.

     In the forthcoming laws, being a Muslim will be a crime(Pratyaksh ko Pramaan Kaisa), but in our Radha Ma's eyes, Gulabsakhi was worthy of being in Her Family. Soon, these laws might make women secondary beings. But religion? Well, religion gives us Maa Kali. In today's laws, only the Central Eurasians, Aaryans, are Indians. In our Maker's eyes, "Vasudhev Kutumb Bakam".

     Soon, by law, these words of mine might be called a national threat, but for the Gods? "Ram Jaane!"

     

Crime or Not?

The problem with modern society is that they teach kids that killing is a crime. IT IS NOT. Killing for the wrong purpose is.

If you kill someone attacking you or someone else, it is a noble act. But kids are not taught so. So, they grow up being cowards.

All the great civilizations were built on being able to kill better than your rival. In other words, it is survival instinct. You can't call yourself a 'pacifist' if someone is constantly creating havoc. You can't just continue sitting peacefully. If you can, you have to get your hands dirty to maintain the peace.

You are not a supporter of non-violence, if you are being non-violent to someone being persistently violent.

Our idea of right and wrong has become very crooked in this era of "modernization". Our invaders are constantly attacking us in the name of 'justice' and we are hoping for God to come and save us.

The idea of 'non-violence' is good but not when our homes are under seize. At such times, we must fight. When people are defaming us with their lies, we must hit back with our truths. 

Well, as Karl Popper said, "We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right not to tolerate the intolerant."

SLD

A DEPRESSED CHILD'S DIARY

Hey, fellow unicorn believers!

This blog here, is a short one on my ongoing depression. You can read it as you...

Let us suppose we all have a fire burning inside us. In that case, most of the people around me, my friends and siblings, i.e., most of the people who love comparing themselves with me, are full of a blaze; a fire that's ready to engulf everything around it. It's beautiful and intense. They all are burning bright with passion and ambition, provoked even more by their supportive parents.

And then there's me; a small diya of hope, somehow managing to stay lit, with heavy downpour all around. Hoping and begging for help and some shelter, celebrating of I could make it through just another day.

That's it, friends, for today. See you soon again!

Depression Diary 3

Depression Dairy Returns!

Haha! I know the heading suc*s. But depression has struck again, so I apologise.

Well! It has been quite some time since I wrote my pevious and second blog on depression and had promised you guys another blog on how I overcame my depression. But honestly, with tears in my eyes and a hysterical laughter, I say this; I had just fooled myself that I were out of depression.

I realized it is just a phase of depression where you are strong for a few days. But having no expert's guidance, I thought that I had defeated my Demon Depression.

You know what the funny thing about chronic depression is? It makes you realize that life is not a bed of thorns. Sometimes, you get a shower of roses too. Of course, then the thorns get jealous and strike back with greater might!

So, I'm still in these troubled waters and mistook a buoy for my Island Paradise. Trust me; more than asthma patients get asthma attacks, I get depression attacks aka emotional breakdowns. 

Well! I'll be back with another update soon. Till then, bye and take care, my fellow depresseds!

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